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Happy Campers
If ever there was a time I needed
to get
to get away for some time in
the woods, it
was then. What I didn't need
was the hassle
of two camping rookies, even
if they were
my friends. And the last thing,
the very
last thing in existence that
I needed or
wanted was to be with a couple
in mad, passionate
lust. Since Carla split, I just
wanted to
be alone. Alone in the woods
would be even
better. My friends, Paul and
Melanie didn't
see it that way. They figured
I needed someone
around so I didn't do anything
stupid. The
way I saw it was they'd already
flunked that
test. I was already doing something
stupid.
I was camping with them. Before
the night
was over, I'd discover that maybe
camping
with them wasn't so stupid after
all.
Don't get me wrong. I love Paul
and Mel.
I'd known about Paul since high
school. He
was the best shortstop in the
state. I was
the best second baseman. We toured
the State
campus together when they were
recruiting
us. We both got scholarships
and ended up
rooming together. State had a
killer infield
and I had a friend. We met Mel
our freshman
year. I think we both had a crush
on her.
Her violet eyes, pixie face,
long black hair
and killer body made her stand
out in a crowd
but it was her sense of humor
and warmth
that made her part of our crowd.
I'm still
not sure how Paul managed to
first get into
her pants. Just about one of
the few things
he's refused to tell me since
I've known
him.
Since we were all sitting around
the campfire
a bit stoned, I decided it was
time to ask
Mel just how Baseball Paul had
managed to
first seduce her. She rolled
her eyes at
me before answering.
"You really want to know
the secret
that unlocked the box?"
"Melanie's Box of Wonder!"
Paul
giggled
Mel reached over and gently slapped
him aside
the head.
"OK, if ya really got to
know. He lied."
I went all bug eyed and stuttered,
"He
w-wh-what?"
"He lied," she said
through a wide
smile, "he told me he was
good in bed."
Paul pulled out a very bad Cagney
voice.
"Oh, you dirty rat...."
Melanie giggled. "Yeah,
and he also
told me he did impressions."
Paul threw up his hands in a
look of hurt
innocence, which broke us up
even further.
OK, I was having fun. Losing
Carla still
hurt but it felt good to laugh.
We killed
the rest of the wine. Mel began
yawning and
soon Paul was taking her by the
arm and leading
her to their tent. I decided
to stay up and
watch the fire burn down. Or,
at least, that's
what I thought I was going to
be watching.
As I sat on the log watching
their flashlights
bob and Mel's cute butt bounce
on the short
walk to their tent, I began to
feel sorry
for myself again. They were sleeping
together.
I was sleeping alone. I heard
them zipper
the tent and looked up to see
Melanie's shadow
on the tent. She was removing
her tee shirt.
I imagined her tits were like
Carla's, round
and firm with perky nipples.
As if she heard
my thoughts, she began removing
her bra.
Didn't she know that a bright
light in a
tent casts a real sharp shadow?
I could just
about see her nipples. Then it
hit me, she
probably didn't know. Paul probably
wasn't
thinking about the shadow either.
He was
on his knees hugging Mel. Shoot,
they were
city kids. They'd never been
camping and
from the looks of their intertwined
kissing,
hadn't given the light a thought.
Even though their shadows were
pretty sharp,
it was hard to see exactly what
they were
doing most of time. I could tell
they were
hugging on their knees and that
their hands
were roaming all over each other's
body but
wasn't too sure about who was
doing what
to who, most of the time. That
changed when
they both sat down to pull off
their jeans
and underwear. I know the underpants
went
because, for a moment, I could
see the shadow
of Paul's hard cock. They went
back on their
knees again. Paul seemed to be
nuzzling Mel's
neck. I thought Mel had a hold
of Paul's
hard-on. That was quickly confirmed
when
her head drifted down below his
belly. He
was holding her head while she
sucked his
cock, her long hair bobbing up
and down.
There was nobody else around.
I let my dick
have a little night air.
Mel lifted her head and for a
few moments
I was a bit confused by the motion
in the
tent. When I realized that Mel
was kneeling
with head away from Paul and
that he was
on his knees behind her, it all
became clear.
They were going to do it doggie
style. Mel's
tight round ass was up in the
air. Paul was
reaching between her legs. She
rocked back
and forth on this hand for a
few minutes.
Paul was rubbing his crotch up
against her
rocking butt. I began to think
he was ass
fucking her but then saw Mel
reach back and
grab his cock. It looked like
she was guiding
it into her pussy. I couldn't
be sure but
wherever it was, it appeared
that's where
she wanted it to be because she
began matching
him thrust for thrust. I could
see her fine
titties hanging down and shaking
from the
fucking she was receiving and
giving. Paul
was grasping her hips and hanging
tight as
he plunged his dick into her
faster and faster
and she fucked him back just
as hard as he
was fucking her. They went at
it hot and
heavy for several minutes. Their
fucking
getting more manic and intense
as their bodies
pounded together. Mel slowly
bent so far
forward that I couldn't see her
head or tits.
Her ass was high in the air.
Paul's hips
were slapping against her butt
loud enough
that I could actually hear the
sound. Suddenly
the sound stopped as I watched
Paul's hips
push forward and strain there,
grinding himself
deep into Mel as he shook with
a potent orgasm.
He collapsed against her back
and soon all
I could see was a lump of shadow.
I looked
down at my hard dick. I slipped
it back into
my pants. The fire had mostly
burned down.
I doused it and headed for my
tent. I had
some business to attend to but
I figured
it was best done in the dark.
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